Throughout my childhood , I had travelled into places of nature and woods. The place of my birth as many say is ” Paradise on Earth”. As children of twelve , we used to hide behind the huge mighty trees , and play truth and dare with family and friends. Little , we would know that we would leave this place for the higher education and call our hometown a “vacation spot”. Time and life indeed waits for none , they passed in my life too. Without realizing the rich resources of my place , I was a new traveller altogether in the year 2014, when I came back from holidays almost after 10 months. With the new ideologies present in me the nature brought in me the wave of renaissance . It is very well said that trees do speak , and that is why the leaves always wave their fragrance in every space of air and enchant the viewer with the new wave of praises.
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of sceneray ,air,mountains ,trees ,people. I thought ,this is what it is to be happy. -Sylvia Plath.
It was a jubiliant day. Everybody surrounding me had stretched lips. However , I was just fine. My eyes rolled from one tree to another. It felt like the whole of forest had resided in my self. Many woods which were cut haphazardly seemed to me like a statue of a man or a woman . And sometimes it felt as If they are about to recite something. A story ,maybe a sad one. We traveled through the zig zag roads of Pahalgham , to my memory lane which was a park with rushing white water flowing over the stones and pebbles. But this time it was different though the beautiful tint of green shade was same and even more brighter. From the eyes that could see the lofty mountains , they captured the white snow patches which are called “Glaciers”. They appeared like a sheet of white dreams that were laid to feel the infinity. Travelling approximately from 84 zig zag pathways , we reached a place where I could smell diversity.
Who had recited the poem of Hindu -Muslim fights , they do re-unite under this place , and here it was. The road for yatra , the road of Amarnath.
I could feel the electrifying happiness imbibed in the devotees who had come from far off the north and had eclipsed the half of the place. The white sheet of dreams that first appeared to me as a patch of snow laid for the infinty was now a hurdle between me and the mountain which seemed easy to climb from the stance I had maintained. The place was called “Chandawari” and the glacier had different colours if witnessed from the eyes of the mountaineer standing high up above. The only thing that was disturbing was it wasn’t as white as it looked from far. It was of smoky grey and black. And the muddy footsteps had altogether changed the tint of white shade to that of light brown. It did look pathetic , but indeed beautiful.
I curled , twisted ,and fell down from the slippery touch of the snow. It was the same glacier which melted down with the curtain of the sun and it was the same snow. However I managed to trek it and I called myself a victorious lad. For I never was passionate about mountains or glaciers and briefly trekking.
When I reached a place somewhere middle of nowhere but trees engulfing it from every side I watched the birds flying up above and calling out to each other in the awe of love or hatred one never knew. I have met people at every step of my life and trust me these group of people where special to my heart not just they were proud to be at the top of the mountain just because they weren’t and that made them perfect.
I met the bacckerwals high up in the mountain and spend a night with them. It was something extra ordinary for I had the same custom of bringing in tea on a tray. I felt as If these customs have lowered down the living simple system of life and it has. Everyone is somewhere on another modernizing themselves out of nothing. We were well served , questioned ,glared and yes treated as rich people.
Imagine for a second that you are cut off from the land of your place , people and relatives. No signal for phones and also no one to call. You might call it a dreaded dream but they live like it, there life is like this. High up above and happy. I had wished for a same life in one of my later articles but now I would just call it my naivety for it is very dangerous. For you never know when you will have a energetic nature wave which can destroy your Ghar which is made of unfortunately a polythene and one of the purchased broken tin.
We had to go. And we went down the glacier again , feeling empathatic towards the bacckerwals we had just met. And I couldn’t thank lord for blessing me with everything I desired of. It was maleficient to know that I was indeed special to be born on land. And the next time I dreamt of being on the top of the world lord give me thousand deaths for I was the sinner and I had everything.
We then moved out of the lush green forests of Pahalgham and reached different exact places of kashmir which are equavilant in beauty and landscape. In the meanwhile when we were on the road struggling to get through the traffic road I smelt the incredible stupidity of the humans that make them not less then animals.
Who would like to park an empty machine they call car , at the bottom of the road where if you go tilted you die and if you go curved you live.
It was so inhumane of the human who had just parked his car out of nowhere in the middle of the road.It was pathetic to witness such a sight and guess what we didn’t have any traffic police . they came after we rang them up and we were rescued.Insanity indeed has its own role in the nature bombarded place.
Going back towards home from the town of “basket of apples ” and the “walnuts” I could just not be enough greatful for lord who had blessed me with the sense of vision.